It was raining again. Thick, heavy drops that pelted the ground like shells. Tom watched from his window, wondering what others might see if they looked in. rivulets of water ran down the glass. Samantha stirred in her sleep, a forgotten book slowly sliding down her lap; hints of a smile as she turned to face him. How he longed to wake her, to see her smile. But his hands were cold, and she was warm, under her blanket.